She pushed one slippery finger into my willing arsehole then a second. I started masturbating my long cock, gently pushing my arse back on to her fing...rs. I felt a third finger exploring my hole and started getting worried. It slipped in easily and began fucking me with the others. 'Oh, shit that feels good,' I called out. I felt cum welling in my balls, my scrotum contracting as my orgasm built. Laura pushed her fingers deeper into my anus, probing it and finding my prostate. She rubbed it. "But I bet you should even get someof the money the songs make."She looked surprised at that information. "You mean it?" she asked. "I mean, we were only writing it for fun." You're right. But you still helped, and you deserve the credit," I toldher. "I'm sure my dad would agree. But, did you come up with a nameyet?" Name?" she asked in confusion. Last night we had discussed the need forthem to have a second identity much like Sarah was mine. Without it, therisk of exposure was too great. After. I could hear murmuring but could not make out what they were saying.“Yeah, come on in,” Bobby whispered back.I pushed the door open, went in and closed it behind me. Bobby was sitting up bare-chested in his bed with a sheet up to his waist. The only light on was a dim nightlight. I sat on the side of his twin bed and came up with a lame excuse of why I was in his room at this time of night, “I could not sleep listening to them. I thought I would keep you company until they’re done. Do you. . what are you doing?”Denise’s wet lips nuzzled her mother’s face cheek. “I’m playing with you beautiful titties!” she told her mother, then started playing with something else. “Mmm, nice wet pussy!” she said while her fingers rubbed Kathleen’s panties and her tongue licked inside her mother’s ear. Her mother didn’t like that, but I sure as shit did.“Denise! Stop it this instant!” she told her daughter while squirming to free herself from Denise’s grasp. As for me, I had a real good.